“I know that I come from a line of strong women, who fought for their families, fought for those they loved, and saw hope in their future. And I know . . .” She breathed deep in the realization of… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“There must be a reason to smile, Miss François. Will you supply one?" It was Daisy's turn to stare. For a long moment they… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Drat.” She dropped the crowbar to the floor and marched over to the box of face masks. Ripping it open, she tugged a white… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Cavernous windows opened in a silent scream on the face of the Gothic house that tilted on the crest of Foster Hill. Its gables… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Danny would have been on his tablet right now, tapping out a to-do list for renovations in Evernote.” — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Well, there was a fire.” The records keeper was as intimidating and unreadable as Gandalf the wizard.” — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Trees arched over the road, their scraggly arms outstretched. Spring was on its way, though ice was still trapped in tree crevices, with patches… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“But it’s a historic landmark, Kaine. And according to Grandpa Prescott’s old family Bible with the family tree, our great-great-grandmother lived in the same… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Kaine maneuvered a third mask from the box. This one was defective, and the hole in the front of it served as Kaine’s undoing.… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“A book lay overturned on the floor beside the bed, its hard cover collecting dust. Great Expectations.” — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Murder of crows. Horrible term, considering the circumstances. Why couldn’t they be flocks like other birds?” — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Yes. She needed that dog. A vicious guard dog. As well as a case to clip her can of pepper spray to her jeans… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Rumors long abounded surrounding this place. Lights seen flickering in its rooms in the dead of night, piano music filtering through the air only… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
